Chapter 8
Seeley Booth had been pacing his office floor for the last hour, waiting for some sort of answer from the agents he had out in the field looking for Bones, or information on where she was. Angela, Zack and Hodgins were all distraught with worry; Cam of course seemed almost as if she couldn't care less.
No clues of any type were found near her car or on her cell phone at all. No fibers, no hair, no blood, nothing.
After a few more moments of pacing, he finally forced himself to sit down behind his large desk. He rested his head in his hands, and stared down at his desk in front of him. He had to find a way to find her. How the hell did she manage to get herself into so much trouble? He wondered to himself.
Well. After this was done, and he found her, they were going to sit down and have a serious talk about their relationship. He was tired of this dance they were doing.
Life was about taking chances. She of all people should know that. He was ready to take the chance between them. Hell, it may be the only way to keep her out of trouble… he grimaced as he finished his coffee.
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Wayne Frette stepped over a downed tree in the thick forest surrounding his home just outside of Washington DC. His dog Misty, a 3 year old Weimaraner trotted alongside him happily sniffing after squirrels, rabbits, and any other form of wildlife. Wayne was on his way out to his deer stand to get it ready for hunting season.
From off to the left somewhere a tree branch, a big one from the sounds of it, fell to the ground with a large crash. Misty jumped and hid behind a nearby shrub. Wayne regarded the dog with distaste. "Some huntin' dog you turned out to be. Git out here you dang dog" he demanded of his trembling dog
Misty peeked cautiously out from where she hid, and sheepishly joined her master's side. She glanced up at him worriedly. Wayne looked down at the grey dog. "Aww, I know. You'll never be the next great hunting dog; your secret is safe with me. Now come on…." He trailed off as he made his way through the woods.
Suddenly, without warning, Misty stood erect, her floppy ears pricked up at a sound she detected. She raised her head and sniffed, then took off barking and running as if something were chasing her.
Wayne was stunned. He'd never seen his timid dog act this way before. This was how she was supposed to act. He shoved his hat back down on his head and tried to keep up with her. "Misty….dang it, will you just WAIT?" he bellowed, trying not to trip and break his neck on a rock or tree root. Misty was just up head past the clearing on Five Mile Creek road, sitting and waiting for him.
As he emerged from the trees and brush, he immediately saw why she'd been barking and carrying on. She'd found someone alongside the road, a woman, in a crumpled heap. Misty was sitting beside the woman, whining and waiting for her master to come to the woman's aide.
Wayne huffed a bit as he knelt down beside the woman. He turned her over slightly, and make sure she wasn't physically injured. She seemed okay, although unconscious. Dark circles beneath her eyes, painfully thin. He felt her pockets for a cell phone, or ID, and found nothing, he checked her inside pocket and his fingers touched paper, it felt like a business card. He withdrew the torn card.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation – Seeley Booth – Special Agent" it said.
Good enough for him. He pulled out his own cell phone and quickly dialed the number. He reached out and patted his dog Misty, and told her "Good Girl Misty. Good Girl"
End this chapter – more to come!
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